Master collapsed after rebirth

Yin Bailuo glanced sideways at Ling Feiyu who was sitting in the center. Ling Feiyu looked as usual, but her long eyelashes blinked inadvertently.

"It's a pity that the champion has always belonged to the Yunshui Sect in the past 16 years. It really makes people feel less and less expectant."

Fanning the fan, Yin Bailuo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I wonder if, as the host, the Xianquan faction can win the game..."

The more he said, Ling Feiyu's face became more and more serious.

"Yin Bailuo..."

Finally, the man sitting on the far right spoke.

He looked older than the other suzerains present here, with dark skin and somewhat angular bones, his eyes were as firm as steel, and he was dressed in a black war robe without anger and prestige, revealing a trace of inviolable strength in his calmness.

It is said that he lives up to his name, but this tall and domineering man has a very elegant name - Su Zishan - the current patriarch of Yougu Su Clan.

"What's the matter?" Yin Bailuo craned his neck to look at Su Zishan, only to see Su Zishan frowned and sighed, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

"Hehehe!" Yin Bailuo laughed crisply and continued to fan him.

Below, standing among many disciples, Shen Yuetian was so cold that her lips were purple, and her face as big as a slap was so pale that it was bloodless.

"Fuck the wool! If you want to hunt demons, leave quickly. Why are you standing here!" As soon as he finished speaking, he sneezed five times in a row and sniffed his nose. Ling Feiyu, the head of the Xianquan sect, is giving a speech. The content of the speech is nothing more than some high-sounding rhetoric, such as why the five major sects of this event are aimed at cultivating disciples' actual combat experience. Regardless of winning or losing, friendship comes first. The disciples must remember not to be brave, pay attention to protecting their own safety, and must immediately use the life-saving talisman to teleport themselves out in case of danger or emergency.

Basically, every time it was the turn of the Xianquan faction to hold a grand hunting event, Ling Feiyu would say such a long list, and Shen Yuetian stood below until her ears almost started to callus, and she yawned lazily.

"Why is the head of the Xianquan faction talking so much nonsense?"

"Hello! What did you just say?"

Shen Yuetian looked for the sound and turned her head, only to see a man in lotus-colored disciple uniform staring at him.

Looking at his clothes, he knew that he was a disciple of the Xianquan School, named Xu Shu.

Shen Yuetian shrugged and ignored him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Being ignored, Xu Shu grabbed Shen Yuetian's collar, "Did you just speak ill of my master?!"

As the distance drew closer, Shen Yuetian rolled her eyes at Xu Shu nonchalantly, "First, I don't call 'Hi'; second, I have a tongue growing on my body, so I can say whatever I like, you don't care."

"you!"

Xu Shu was taken aback by Shen Yue. He is the eldest disciple of Ling Feiyu, the head of the Xianquan School, and he absolutely cannot allow people from other schools to disrespect his master.

"With your little cultivation base, you still have the face to be so arrogant? Hurry up and apologize to my master!" Xu Shu refused to let go.

Shen Yuetian sneered, "Why should I apologize? Your master just talks a lot of nonsense, and you don't allow people to tell the truth?"

"You bastard!" Xu Shu's eyes were shattered, and he was about to hit Shen Yuetian with his fist.

"Who is making noise below?!"

At this time, Ling Feiyu's voice came from the Shuangling Palace, and at the same time, a green light suddenly appeared, and a cold flash flashed, separating Shen Yuetian and Xu Shu in an instant, helping Shen Yuetian avoid Xu Shu's fist.